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G. M. A. F. B. is when some crybaby emo fagot is blabbering about their sad feelings again. You don't need a journal to tell you how bad your day was. Just shut up and take a pill.
My ex broke up with me and I cried for three hours. G. M. A. F. B.
I got a B+ on my math test. G. M. A. F. B.
I spilled my coffee. G. M. A. F. B.